A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"What about our dean...are our grades too bad?"

"Damn... no, no, no, professor, I didn't mean you." The little wizard apologized quickly. Fortunately, Snape was in a better mood today and did not deduct points from him.

"Roger, Mrs. Hooch said that your performance exceeded her expectations and gave you an E. If you work harder, you can get an O in all subjects." Snape said with a slight regret, but everyone Everyone knew he was showing off.

"Dean, who is the first place this time?" Daphne asked curiously, and the little wizard looked at him eagerly.

"Roger Travis, the unquestionable number one. Despite Professor McGonagall's complaints to me, Miss Granger can tie!"

"Thank you, teacher." Rogge took the report card with both hands, marking a perfect ending to the first school year.

"Daphne, Malfoy...Goyle..." Snape's tone was still calm, but the lightness in it could be heard.

Slytherin House has done well this year, especially the first years. His average grade point is not inferior to that of Ravenclaw, and he is still ranked first in his grade in his own college. Snape handed out the transcripts and puffed out his chest.

"Dean, what are our college scores this year?" Malfoy waved his transcript excitedly. He didn't have to worry about being scolded by his father when he went back, and he could even get more pocket money.

"542 points, far ahead!" Although Snape's face was sullen, he could hear the cheers of the little snakes, and a smile appeared on his face inadvertently.

If nothing else, this year's Academy Cup undoubtedly belongs to Slytherin. This will be their seventh consecutive Academy Cup!

"But I'm afraid of an accident." Rogge was relatively quiet. He didn't cheer and just applauded his college.

With me joining this year, the college points have reached a record high, but I can't stand Dumbledore's shamelessness. As he told Weasley, the weak follow the rules and the strong make them. There is no doubt that Dumbledore is a powerful figure in the wizarding world and the one who sets the rules at Hogwarts.

Regardless of the result, the 542-point hourglass has its own contribution.

With excellent results and a far leading college score, the little snakes were cheering for the whole day. They put on their brand-new school uniforms and waited for the Academy Cup to be won.

Since the House Cup of the previous school year belonged to Slytherin, the Great Hall was initially decorated with green and silver flags containing their house emblem: a sinuous snake.

"Another year has passed." Dumbledore stood on the podium. He adjusted his half-moon glasses and said happily: "Before you enjoy these delicious foods, I would like to trouble you all to listen to the clichés of this old man... …”

Dumbledore's speech is the same every year, but the content is very lengthy. The other little wizards listened impatiently, but only the Slytherin snakes were looking forward to it.

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"Now, let's start with the Academy Cup award ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points..."

Although they knew from the hourglass that their college was at the bottom, the little lions still felt unspeakable loss and sadness when they heard the principal's announcement. Especially Harry, Hermione, and Neville, they felt extremely guilty. Because they violated curfew, they were deducted a full 150 points.

"Third place, Hufflepuff with 352 points. Second place, Ravenclaw with 426 points. First place, Slytherin with 542 points..."

Thunderous cheers and stamping of feet erupted from the long Slytherin table. Rogge imitated Malfoy and knocked the table with his goblet, celebrating the victory with the little snakes.

"I have to say, this is an extremely high score." Dumbledore pressed his hands to signal the Slytherins to quiet down. He said with a smile: "However, several recent events must be taken into account."

"Roger, I have a bad feeling." Daphne looked at the podium worriedly, and the other little snakes felt the same way.

"Actually, we still have some points to add." Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at the Gryffindors.

"Let me see... By the way... First, Mr. Ron Weasley..."

Rogge smiled bitterly, and Dumbledore wanted to add points to Gryffindor as in the original plot. Weasley's wizard chess added 60 points to Gryffindor, and they instantly surpassed Hufflepuff and moved into third place.

Hermione's logical reasoning increased by 70 points, and Ravenclaw was also surpassed by them. Now the only thing standing between Gryffindor and the House Cup is the unpopular Slytherin.

"Third, our Mr. Harry Potter... I think everyone already knows what happened at the end of the semester." Dumbledore's words made it impossible for anyone to refute. Harry guarded a mysterious item, and the extra points were deserved. of.

"Fearless courage, extraordinary courage..." After a gorgeous praise, Dumbledore paused: "For this, I will award Gryffindor 100 points."

The Gryffindor table instantly burst into joy, wanting to rattle the ceiling. They shouted, cheering even though their voices were hoarse.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw clapped nearby, celebrating their victory over the Slytherin table. Only the Slytherin table was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin dropping. Because everyone silently calculated in their hearts, both Gryffindor and Slytherin scored 542 points!

"Is there more?" The little snakes looked at the principal anxiously, wondering who the college cup belonged to.

Daphne's eyes were red, and Roger patted her shoulder to comfort her: "It's okay, the results haven't come out yet."

Bang bang bang...

Roger was the first to applaud. In any case, this was the principal's decision and they could only welcome it. The other little snakes were puzzled at first, and then they burst into applause led by him.

"I could obviously reward Harry with another point, but I didn't. He really made me cry to death!" Rogge felt very uncomfortable. Even if he had known the result would be like this, he was still depressed.

Snape stood at the teacher's table with a dark face and said nothing, with very complicated emotions in his heart. With his academy on one side and Lily's children on the other, which side should he stand on?

Dumbledore raised a hand, and the auditorium gradually fell silent again. Everyone looked at him expectantly, wondering how the principal would decide who would win the Academy Cup.

"There are many kinds of courage..." Dumbledore looked at Neville with a smile, and after some high-sounding boasts, he stingily awarded 10 points.

Unsurprisingly, the Gryffindors burst into revelry, their voices getting louder and louder. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw applauded indifferently, but the Slytherin table was strangely quiet. Professor Snape on the teacher's bench looked at Harry who was cheering, surrounded by his classmates, and regarded as a hero by the little lions.

"Marcus, calm down!" Rogge held down his prefect tightly. Marcus understood Rogge's words, so he could only grit his teeth and lie on the table.

The other little snakes didn't have it easy either. They were obviously ahead by 230 points, but they were overtaken in the blink of an eye!

Many little snakes hugged each other and shed tears silently. Daphne, on the other hand, held back the tears firmly and let them roll in her eye sockets: "Roger, why?! It's so unfair!"

Roger stood up, followed by Daphne. The other little snakes stood up one after another. The auditorium fell silent immediately, and Gryffindor's celebrations and cheers seemed so harsh and inappropriate.

Dumbledore didn't expect this to happen. He adjusted his glasses and looked at them curiously.

"Hmph, you can't accept failure, do you want to leave?" Ron's tone was quite disdainful, and his words echoed in the quiet auditorium.

The expected conflict did not happen, and Rogge said calmly: "Principal, you are right, there are many kinds of courage. There is one called daring to face the dripping blood."

Rogge applauded again, and the little snakes gave their applause without hesitation. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff followed closely behind, while Gryffindor sat there uncomfortably.

They felt humiliated, as if the House Cup was given to them by Slytherin.